The little sloppy came back to his senses and saw the playfulness in his eyes, and he was angry for a while, but he didn't know whether he should be angry or grateful. The big black and white eyes just stared dryly without evasion.

The white-shirted man's eyes were even more playful, but he quickly hid it, and glanced at the little sloppy lightly, motionless, and unmoved.

It was still the little sloppy who was defeated first, and a suspicious cry came out of his stomach, and the little sloppy looked down involuntarily, looking at the oiled paper bag in the man's arms with a wilt.

"Alas~" The little sloppy retracted his gaze and sighed with his eyes down. In a blink of an eye, he raised his head again, and replaced it with a pitiful little look, "Immortal, can you reward me with a bun?" The little ones are so hungry that they will boldly collide with the immortals. The immortals are so beautiful, so fairy, so white... So ······." There is too little ink, and the words are poor.

How stupid!

The little sloppy secretly scolded himself for being stupid and couldn't even say good things.

The white-shirted immortal thought the same thing.

Just when the little sloppy hung his head sadly, a slender and clean hand carrying an oil-paper bag appeared under the tip of the little sloppy nose, let go, and the bag fell into the little sloppy arms, fragrant, warm, heavy!

Unspeakable surprise! The little sloppy raised his head suddenly, and glanced at the immortal in front of him in disbelief, with a beautiful light in his eyes.

is still that cold and fairy.

"Don't eat fireworks in the world", the little sloppy suddenly had such a sentence in his mind, which probably means that immortals don't eat buns.

I didn't dare to think about it anymore, so I grabbed the hot bun in the bag and bit it with my mouth, a big mouthful, for fear that someone would regret taking it back.

watched him gobble up and still look dirty, and watched the white buns assimilated by his black paws······ The man in the white shirt frowned, unwilling to look any more, and turned to leave. Suddenly, it seemed as if a corner of the hem of the clothes had been ripped off.

The man in the white shirt was shocked! Turning his head slowly, a dirty black hand was grasping the corner of his clothes. Look at the owner of the dirty hands, his cheeks are bulging, he still has half a bun in his mouth, and a pair of big eyes are looking at him.

As if sensing the displeasure of the immortals, the little sloppy hurriedly let go.

The corner of the clothes was already dark, and it was still shiny, and the man in the white shirt was beating even more happily, and he had a headache!

"Immortals." The little sloppy swallowed the bun in his mouth hard, "I... Do you think you still lack a boy? Uh, I can. ”

When the man in the white shirt heard this, his eyes moved from the corner of his clothes to the little sloppy, and his brows were not relaxed.

The little sloppy was stared at nervously, and stammered embarrassedly: "That's it, I, I want to, follow the immortals, there is, there is..." Buns to eat. After speaking, he deliberately stubbornly raised his head to look directly at the man in the white shirt, but his eyes flashed, and his dirty and black little face couldn't tell if he was shy and blushing.

······

It seems that after a long time, it has been so long that the little sloppy sees that there seems to be a faint dark tide flowing slowly in the eyes of the immortal who is as cold as a deep pool, and it is so long that the man in the white shirt looks at the black and sloppy little sloppy little sloppy only clear big eyes, eyebrows and eyes unconsciously stretched.

Apathetic, turn your head, turn around. The little sloppy was disappointed when he saw this, and suddenly heard two heavenly words, "follow up".

Keep up,

The world seems to have become a brighter place.